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She knew the moment she drank the last of his blood, there would be no turning back. Death would never come. And she would be with him forever… just like she always wanted. She would feel love and warmth, and … Continue reading →

She removed every last stitch of clothing from her body and pulled on his shirt. She felt surrounded by him. Pausing for a moment, her eyes fell to her toothbrush standing in the glass by the sink. Beside his. There … Continue reading →

So sorry I haven’t been keeping up with my fiction friday posts… I guess I’ve had a lot on my mind. Too much. Too much reality, anyway. So here’s a little something… (very little…) She slowly ran a finger over … Continue reading →

The delicious aroma of the freshly baked croissants wafted through the near-empty café. I knew I should leave but I didn’t want to be alone in my flat. I’d been away for months and I missed him. My time in … Continue reading →

This could have been a substitute Fiction Friday for tomorrow… but I might get death threats if I do that to anyone reading that series. So… instead, it’s a bonus. Enjoy. He stood at the stove, unaware of her silent … Continue reading →

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